Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(11)

“More importantly, Maximilian, you broke the law.” Whitney topped it off.

“What, Whitney? Are you gonna tell my mum?” Max challenged. “Phone her in Dubai?”

“I think I might,” Whitney answered, walking towards the phone.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Max gasped. “It’s gonna cost Clarice a fortune to phone Dubai. Plus, you don’t know her phone number.”

“Oh, I would, Maximilian.” Whitney nodded to show she meant business and picked up the phone. “I could always ask Clarice for your mum’s phone number. Plus, I’ll pay for the phone bills.”

“You witch.” Max gasped, head bulldozing at Whitney.

“Now, now, you two, stop it. It’s Clarice’s birthday, after all.” Elise interrupted their feud, catching Max’s head just in time before he made contact with Whitney’s stomach. “I don’t want his mom to know Max has gone out. It would look bad on her behalf.”

“Oh, thank you, Elise.” Max forgot all about his anger and went to wind his arm around Elise instead, resting his head on her shoulder like a little puppy asking for affection. “You’re the best, not like my cuz and that Wicked Witch of Oz.”

“Excuse me?” Whitney huffed at Max.

“No, nothing, I didn’t say anything.” Max pretended to zip his mouth. “Elise, you didn’t hear anything, right?”

There was a look of sadness and longing on Elise’s face that Max couldn’t understand. It only appeared for a fleeting second before it disappeared again.

“I didn’t hear that,” Elise said, smiling at Max with affection.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, then,” Whitney finally said, letting the subject go.

“All right,” Elise said, smiling too enthusiastically this time. “Now, Max, say your congratulations to your cousin.” And that was when they all noticed Clarice had gone completely silent and a sad look was plastered on her face again, just like the face she had made when she blew out the candles.

Whitney was the first to react, folding her arms around her friend to comfort her, while Elise went to grab some green tea, with Max following blindly behind her, having not a clue as to what had just happened.

Once Clarice and Whitney were on the couch and Elise and Max came back with the steaming green tea, they all sat in a circle, giving Clarice their undivided attention.

“That’s it. I’m not going to cry over what’s already been done, or hasn’t been done,” Clarice declared with her head held high. “We are going out tonight.”

“Wherever you’re going, can I come too?” Max asked enthusiastically.

“Not unless you have a death wish,” Clarice said, eyeing her cousin sternly while the two friends pondered Clarice’s declaration.

Yes, Clarice thought. She might be old and yes, she might be on the shelf, but it wasn’t too late yet to find her own family, her very own husband, and find love. Starting tonight, she was going to reverse the clock. Tonight, they were going clubbing!





CHAPTER 3





This is definitely my scene, Hunter thought as the loud beat of music rushed through his bloodstream, pumping him up with adrenaline. And he wasn’t the only one that felt this way. Everyone around him was gyrating to the nonstop music, their bodies rubbing up and down each other to the sound of the beat, crushing, pushing, swaying, moving until they didn’t look like individual dancers out to enjoy themselves, but one gigantic mass, melting together on the dance floor.